With Ji Mingshu's opening, the car fell into dead silence again, and the atmosphere in the back seat became even more subtle.
The driver didn't dare to show his breath, and sent Gu Kaiyang back to Xinggang International, then turned around and drove to Mingshui Mansion in the north of the city.
The night sky has been washed by rain tonight, and the blackness is extremely pure. Bentley was speeding on the viaduct, and Ji Mingshu and Cen Sen didn't say anything more along the way.
Building No. 13 of Mingshui Mansion is the wedding room of Ji Mingshu and Cen Sen, and they have been living here since their marriage.
Pushing open the door, the furniture is neat and tidy, the ceiling lights are bright, and there is no dust on the wooden partition at the entrance.
Cen Sen glanced, "Didn't you stay at home recently?" Although he was asking, it was already in a declarative tone.
"That's right, I went out to keep Xiao Xianrou."
Ji Mingshu leaned against the wall with his hands clasped, his voice was leisurely and light.
Cen Sen's eyes were very quiet.
Ji Mingshu also raised one corner of his lips in amusement, tilted his head, and looked at him with raised eyes, not avoiding it.
Some people like to put on a show, even though she is eating grass in the country, countless pairs of eyes will stare at him and report to him, and even ask her if she lives in a house knowingly.
I haven't seen him for two years, and he doesn't think such a polite greeting is redundant and ridiculous.
The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and finally Cen Sen looked away first. He never liked to entangle in meaningless topics, especially with his wife whose mind was short-circuited by a diamond.
There may be no people in the room for too long, and the automatic thermostat is turned on and it is cold.
Cen Sen unbuttoned his clothes and went up to the second floor. Ji Mingshu watched from a distance, kicked off his high heels, and let out a soft smirk.
Although the couple had a normal relationship, they did not separate rooms after marriage. The master bedroom on the second floor is spacious and has a door leading to a more spacious cloakroom.
When Ji Mingshu entered the bedroom, Cen Sen just pushed open the door of the cloakroom—
The four sides of the wardrobe are against the walls, and in the center is the watch table and jewelry table. The searchlights are on, and the glass cabinet is full of brilliance.
Cen Sen stood at the door of the cloakroom, put his pockets in, and didn't move for a while.
Ji Mingshu didn't go over to him either, and just stood in front of the full-length mirror in the bedroom and untied the tie of his dress.
"Ming Shu."
"Huh?" She glanced in the mirror.
"Clean up."
Cen Sen turned half of his body, leaving most of the room at the door. The tie was ripped off from one side, and the neckline was slightly wrinkled, and his brows were also wrinkled.
It was only now that Ji Mingshu saw that the cloakroom was full of gift bags and boxes, and there was no place to set foot.
She was a little surprised, she went up to pick up the bag near the door and rummaged through it, and finally remembered, "It should be a gift from the brand, there are so many of them."
After Cen Sen went to Australia, she traveled abroad most of the time, and lived in an apartment in the city when she returned to the imperial capital.
The registered addresses of the major brands are Mingshui Mansion, and she was too lazy to change it, so the gifts were always sent here.
The butler aunt called her to ask her how to dispose of these things. She was busy with other things at the time, so she casually said that it would be good to put them in the cloakroom.
"That's too much, sorry, I'll accept it."
Ji Mingshu said he was sorry, but there was no trace of apology from the strands of his hair to the tips of his toes, let alone any intention of tidying up.
She even unwrapped a shawl with great interest, looked at it while thinking, and said, "This shawl is too thick. When I go to Antarctica, I can take it with me and put it on for the penguins."
"..."
Years of restraint made Cen Sen forget to roll his eyes. His face was expressionless, and his voice changed from the patient gentleness at the beginning to cold and indifferent, "Pack up your things, I want to get my pajamas."
Ji Mingshu raised his head and stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled, "I'm getting impatient after three sentences, Mr. Cen's patience is really not very good."
Her hands fell, and the shawl covered her bare ankles. The next second, she poked out her toes again, and slowly moved up along his ankle joint, hanging on the inner side of his calf, and rubbing gently.
Like seduction, more like provocation.
Cen Sen took a deep look at her, then changed the subject suddenly, "If you can't even wait to take a shower, you can just speak up."
The smile on her lips disappeared quickly, she turned around and kicked away the presents in the cloakroom, pulled out a set of men's pajamas from the closet, crumpled them into a ball and threw them into Cen Sen's arms, like throwing some non-recyclable garbage.
Cen Sen picked up his clothes and was in no hurry to take a shower.
He pondered for a moment, then asked: "Ming Shu, do you have any dissatisfaction with me? Let's talk."
But in the blink of an eye, he returned to his calm and gentle appearance. I didn't wear glasses today, otherwise I would be more like a kind-hearted young professor who wants to purdue underachievers.
Ji Mingshu mocked, "I can't see that Mr. Cen respects my opinion so much."
Three days ago, Ji Mingshu saw Zhao Yang post a Moments.
The circle of friends only had four words—receive the wind and wash the dust, and there was a picture of a box in the clubhouse at the bottom, which showed Jiang Che and Chen Xingyu, but in the dark corner, Cen Sen's platinum watch was accidentally caught in the mirror.
The platinum watch was a wedding gift from Cen's parents, the dial of Cen Sen's was the little prince, and hers was a rose, a private order from vca, unique.
In other words, he has been back home for at least three days.
For three days, I didn't make a call, didn't send a message, and went straight to Xingcheng to spend time and drink with my friends.
If she didn't know his rich relationship history and his virtues in bed, she felt that she really had to think about whether she had accidentally fallen into a gay cheating marriage and became a married couple overnight.
After hearing Ji Mingshu's complaint, Cen Sen finally understood why she was so critical of herself tonight.
He thought for a while and said, "I thought that based on our relationship, you didn't have any interest in my itinerary. But if you are, I can ask my assistant to report to you every day in the future."
"..."
Who wants your itinerary, your mother will watch you walk alone, will you get lost? And why do these words sound so harsh, with a feeling of charity
Ji Mingshu's whole person was not well, and the urge to point at his nose and swear words came to his lips, and he didn't know what to think of, while silently saying in his heart whether to be angry or angry, while forcing himself to close his eyes and calm down.
Ji Mingshu was born with beautiful skin and fair skin, and he wore light makeup for the dinner party. Standing under the corridor lamp at this moment, his red lips were pursed into a straight line, and his whole face looked bright and clear.
Having known her for nearly twenty years, Cen Sen has never looked down upon her as a young lady, but he has never denied that she has been a beauty with bright eyes and bright teeth since she was a child.
Beauty is always easy to make people soft. Seeing that her head was about to smoke from anger, Cen Sen took the initiative to back down a step, "Okay, I'm wrong this time."
"Forget it? What do you count for? It's what it is!"
Ji Mingshu's anger, which had been suppressed just now, was stirred up again by the straight man's concession of "I'm too lazy to argue with you".
The marriage of two people is the choice to maximize the interests of both families. Although for them, the marriage partner is not so satisfactory, but the children born in this kind of family have the consciousness that marriage is difficult to control since they are sensible. Pick up the bowl to eat, put down the bowl to pursue the truth of love and freedom.
On the matter of getting married, both Ji Mingshu and Cen Sen were exceptionally cooperative, and reached a consensus early on on the point of "loving each other".
"You go back to the country without saying a word, accompany Su Cheng to a banquet with me, take pictures of Su Cheng's necklace, and don't inform me in advance, whose face do you want to slap? Do you want to tell the whole world that I don't know you well?!"
Ji Mingshu raised his voice higher than the other, as if he was not tall enough, and his voice came together.
Cen Sen rubbed the center of his brows, as if he thought she was noisy, and explained lightly, "It's inconvenient for him to have dinner with Ju Pei this afternoon, so I just wanted to help. Su Cheng is in his forties, and no one should think that I will accompany her to participate It's slapping you in the face. Also, I didn't know you were going to this banquet."
Ji Mingshu briefly translated it—oh, who knew you were here, and I don't follow you, who are you
This is probably what Ji Mingshu hates about Cen Sen the most. He doesn't pay attention to anyone or anything, and is always rational and calm, or in other words, always indifferent.
She is full of flowers and stars, and it is hard to bear the indifference that does not take her as the center of the world.
The topic ended without a problem. While taking a bath, Ji Mingshu closed her eyes and thought: If this kind of widowed marriage can be ended, she is willing to have no sex life within five years.
After spending two hours in the bathroom, Ji Mingshu finally came out slowly.
As delicate as her, the daily maintenance procedures must be consistent in the morning and evening.
Before going to Australia, Cen Sen lived with her for a period of time and knew her habits. There is no doubt that she is the kind of extremely delicate person who has to force herself to put on full makeup before fainting from anemia, beautiful and superficial.
At this moment, Ji Mingshu changed into a smoky blue silk suspender nightdress, his arms and calves were exposed, his flesh and bones were well-proportioned and slender.
The long and shiny black curly hair was fluffy and soft after being blown dry, and when she walked forward barefoot, the ends of her hair and the skirt swayed freely, and it was wrapped in the mist from the bathroom.
Cen Sen glanced at it. It was probably because the vase was too pleasing to the eye, and within two seconds, he took another look.
"What are you looking at?"
Cen Sen laughed, but didn't answer.
Ji Mingshu didn't know what he was wary of, so he stared at him intently, sat down along the side, and put his legs up one by one. Seeing that he didn't move, he pulled up the soft quilt and lay down, covering his whole body. It is tightly packed, only revealing a beautiful and lovely head.
Ji Mingshu: "Turn off the lights, I'm going to sleep."
Cen Sen didn't say much, and turned off the floor lamp as he said.
In the darkness, the breathing of the two people was one after the other, and after a while, they were assimilated into the same frequency again, quiet and orderly.
Having not slept with anyone in the same bed for two years, Ji Mingshu was a little unaccustomed to it, looking left and right, always feeling that something was wrong.
Cen Sen was very well-behaved, he lay down flat and didn't move anymore.
There is a light woody aroma in the air, probably fir, the smell of fir on a cloudy day.
When he was about to fall asleep in a daze, Ji Mingshu suddenly felt a kind of aggression that was very close. When she opened her eyes, Cen Sen had already rolled over, with his arms on her waist, covering her under him.
In the dim light of the night, she could vaguely see Cen Sen's deep jaw line, and the adam's apple rolling down inconspicuously. Upward, in the quiet and dark pupils, desire rolled.
After a long period of inactivity, Ji Mingshu's reactions were a little slow, and he didn't feel any more until his shoulder straps slipped off.
The moonlight outside the window was like water, swaying in the clear, and the unhappiness before going to bed was temporarily stranded by the water.